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B is for Borders
Borders were very fragile for being so important. A breaching of these invisible lines often leads to horrendous, violent consequences.
"Sousuke you idiot!" Kaname roared, paper fan coming down hard. Apparently he'd just crossed another one of those borders.
"I don't understand," he said, straightening. "I was merely pointing out the possibilities of an enemy using the grounds to their tactical—"
"There are no snipers on the ferris wheel, no traps on the golf course, and no poisons in the fountains!"
Sousuke's eyes narrowed. "I didn't think to check their water source. I'll be right ba—Ack! Chi-Chidori… you're choking me…"
"I try to be nice and treat you to a day at the park and all you can do is play soldier! Fine then! Sergeant Sagara!"
Sousuke snapped to attention. "Yes!"
"We're going to secure the area by scouting each ride under the disguise of civilians. Do you understand!"
His heels clicked together for a salute. "Affirmative!"
"Good!" He blinked in surprise when he felt her hand gently take his own, and was thrown off further when her anger was suddenly replaced with soft eyes. "Then at ease already," she smiled. "We're under cover."
He swallowed. "R-right."
While risky, some borders are just worth crossing.
-owari